The South western news. (Dawson, GA.) 188?-1889, 1887-07-13
try to exert yourself in any way

70 cheer my imprisonment 0cca-
sionally,' the gentleman said, with
one of his flashing smiles toward
the pretty girl, who readily prom>
ised what he seemed so eagerly to
desire.
And that was the beginning of
4 pretty Dorinda Grey acquaintance
with the handsome young stranger
whom she had exalted to a hero -
a king among men.
He had done only what any 9th
er man would have done in similar
circumstances He had simply
snatched her away from the track
of the flying sled. He had per-
ceived no risk to himself, no sacri>
fee; he had been safely beyond
any collision with the coaster it
was his own awkward stumble on
the treachtlously CLASSY incline
which had caused his mishap, The
peril was over when he had slip
| ped upon one of his heels and fal.
len. 1t might have happened just
the same even il he had not hast.
ened CALAMITY to the rescue of a
distressingly pretty girl,
But these were trifing little
truths which he did not deem alb
soiutely necessary to reveal. It
was too pleasant to pose as a
wounded hero, and to have his
temporary confinement enlivened
by the visits of his geaceful and
interesting new acquaintance. For
his own sake he preferred not to
spoil her little illusions on the sub
ect.
And so Dorinda went homeward
taking with her the image of a fas-
mating young stranger, whose
tones were like music, whose brill
liant black eyes had gazed admir-
ingly, almost tenderly, INTO her
own.
Her own great brown eyes were
bright as stars, her cheeks flushed
with a curiously wavering rose
tint, as she at length entered the
fine old yellow stone mansion at
the further end of the village
street.
"Whas on earth has kept you so
long, Dodo? queried a tall and
stately young lady in an elegant
morning dress Of Sevres blue satin.
Did they have the kind of pacha
braid | wanted at the store ?-or
did you forget your errand, and
stay all this time gossiping with
that simple old Mrs. Merronp
The rose tint deepened to Grim
son on Dodo's pretty cheeks, but
she did not choose to explain what
had deferred her at Mrs. Merron's
cottage on the bill.
4 couldn't get the braid, Grcta;
they don't keep it she answered.
1T is bonnet braid, anyhow, and
that wouldn't do for your dress
"A bonnet braid dear me How
stupid country dressnaker can
beY Gretchen exclaimed impati.
entity. But if she will only have
the dress finished somehow by the
time Mr.. Lestrange gets here /
won't grumble about minor blum
ders. And now, Dodo, do be OBJ
liging and help me with the
trimmings of the ancient ball
gown
1T is too ancient to be reiuvcn>
,zed, Greta, it ought to be replased
by a new gown altogether, said
Dodc, looking with decided rcluc-
lance at the task suggested.
1T depends on you, Dodo, wheth>
er we, any of us, ever have any
thing new again. sighed faded
little woman from her invalid chair
before the fire.
Dodo looked distressed, aud all
the lovely colorsuddenly paled from
her pretty cheeks.
oh, aunty, how does it depend
on me ? she faltered, although she
guessed what was meant by the
allusion.
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4 think you will never quite
forget the hours which we have
passed together here he said with
seemingly regretful glance around
the room, and at motherIy Mrs.
Merron, asleep oven her knitting
before the fire. They have been
hours to be remembered by 10th
! Of US.
He had beut over her until BID
dark mustache brushed her fore.